He will cause me to lie down in pastures of tender grass: he will lead me to the water of rest

A song of chanting to Asaph. O God, not stillness to thee: thou wilt not be silent, and thou wilt not rest, O God.

To give rest to him from the days of evil, till the pit shall be dug for the unjust

For I sware in mine anger if they shall come in to my rest

Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest; for Jehovah benefited to thee.

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem: they loving thee shall be at rest

For the rod of the unjust one shall not rest upon the lot of the just; so that the just shall not stretch forth their hand in iniquity.

If I did not place and rest my soul as a child weaned of his Mother: my soul as a weaned child.

Arise, O Jehovah, to thy rest; thou, and the ark of thy strength.

This my rest even forever: here I will dwell, for I desired it